They discuss what happens next

She sat there just looking at my feet. "I'm afraid Sir." She answered. "I'm alone and have nothing. Even when I was at the homeless shelter, I still had some possessions. When the social worker found me a job, I was scared all the time. When my Mistress took me in and gave me a place to stay, I felt safe." She continued.

"She wasn't always your Mistress was she?"

"No not at first, but she was always in control. She told me what to do at work and when we were at home demanded I clean her apartment and fix dinners at first. The longer I stayed the more she demanded. When I screwed up at work, it was because I was doing her work as she slept in a back room. That's why she almost lost her job too. After I lost my job, she controlled everything. The longer I stayed the crueler she was. It wasn't long before she added sex and I was once again a ****."

I sat there listening to her recall her story in more detail. I finally interrupted her and asked again, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. It seems like my entire life I've been controlled by someone. I've never had someone do something nice to me before. Would you be my Master?" She asked and for the first time looked me in the eyes.

"Carrie, I can't be your master." I answered as my mind drifted back to one of the many stories I had written. "I can take you somewhere to maybe get you some help, but I can't be your master."

"Please Sir, I'll be a good ****. You saved me from god knows what. Have I displeased you? I'll do better I promise. Please sir, don't throw me away." She was begging now, big crocodile tears running down her cheeks. "Take me with you and I'll do anything you desire. You were the only one to ever help me. Please Sir" she pleaded as she dropped to her knees in the middle of the hotel lobby.

I looked around as now she was attracting attention. I knew that in a minute someone would say or do something and the last thing I needed was for the cops to show up. It wouldn't take much for my erotic stories would be discovered and it would look like I was trafficking in slaves. I guess I panicked and grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.

"Stop it and shut up." I barked quietly and guided her out the door and to the parking lot. Regardless of what I ended up doing, I needed to get out of the hotel and figure out what to do.

Carrie obeyed and quietly followed me to my car and got in. 'What the fuck have I gotten myself into?' I groused under my breath.